This Church Is.. | Broken Pew

"This Church Is Just A Borrowed Room" by AI band Broken Pew, written and produced by Tuned 2 Jesus. FREE to download from https://tuned2jesus.com/

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You gather behind these solid walls,
With prayers you’ve learned to say,
You raise your hands, you sing the songs,
And may feel “holy” today.
But listen close, My children dear,
Before you settle in your seat—
This place is nice, but this is not
The only place we meet.

This church is just a borrowed room,
A shelter for your song,
For I was at your mealtime,
And with you in the throng.
My call is not confined inside
The words you repeat or rehearse—
I am out there with the lost and worn.
Will you come? Love me there first?

I walk the roads you hurry past,
I sit beside you in the traffic jam
I stand beside you in the queue
With piles of stuff, your bags you cram.
But My love someone shared with you,
I ache that you share with him,
Or her, —
I’m knocking from within.

This church is just a borrowed room,
A shelter for your song,
For I was at your mealtime,
And with you in the throng.
My call is not confined inside
The words you repeat or rehearse—
I am out there with the lost and worn.
Will you come? Love me there first?

When you leave this place of blessing,
Do not think you leave Me here,
I dance when your feet dare to love
And with the hurting hold dear.
The altar’s where the past's recalled,
My Book is wisdom shared,
But share that lesson, it's for you all
In here, and out there.

This church is just a borrowed room,
A shelter for your song,
For I was at your mealtime,
And with you in the throng.
My call is not confined inside
The words you repeat or rehearse—
I am out there with the lost and worn.
Will you come? Love me there first?

Did you think My work was finished
When the benediction’s said?
Did you think My love was ended
When the final hymn has fled?
The world is wide, the night is long,
My children, hear Me say:
I am already out there now.
I need you on your way.

This church is just a borrowed room,
A shelter for your song,
For I was at your mealtime,
And with you in the throng.
My call is not confined inside
The words you repeat or rehearse—
I am out there with the lost and worn.
Will you come? Love me there first?